Chapter 68

Yu Sui also wanted to send some food to the Kun tribe. After all, his own tribe had become wealthy this year, and the people had plenty of food, so the goods he brought could be exchanged for a lot of food.

However, worried that he was too saintly, Yu Sui thought about it and decided to keep his mouth shut.

Liquor is his own asset. When the time comes, he can give them the grain he exchanges for the liquor. There will be no big problem as long as the grain in the tribe is not used.

Anyway, he and Xiaochu only have such a small appetite that they can't eat much in a whole winter.

Who made him come from a family of flower growers who were always afraid that others would not have enough to eat? His racial genes made him afraid of being hungry, and he didn't want others to be hungry.

Now that he is capable, he can't take care of too many things, but it's no problem for him to give some help to the Kun tribe.

The process of discussing these two things was simpler than Yu Sui had imagined. No tribesman objected. He was originally worried that everyone would not agree to share the felt method with the Kun tribe.

After all, he saw how excited the tribesmen were when the felt was made.

Most orcs are simple after all. Although he has done a lot of things since coming to this world, felt is not the most important compared to other things, but it can also bring a lot of benefits.

It will take some time for other orcs to imitate it, and during this period they can exchange felt for a lot of items.

It seems that the snow werewolves really don’t care that much about interests, and they don’t have any intention of keeping things from their own kind. Yu Sui likes this very much.

In his previous life, he would not have dared to express his own thoughts, otherwise he would have been criticized as a saint.

Of course, he had other reasons for doing this. The Black Map Tribe could not just focus on its own development. This continent was full of crises. They needed allies, and powerful partners were also their backing.

The five thousand years of history of the Flower-Growing Family has taught Yu Sui the truth that the lips and teeth are interdependent. Moreover, in Yu Sui's imagination, the Heitu tribe will not stop here in the future.

He also understood the principle that a tall tree attracts the wind, and it is always good to have one more friend.

After things were settled, Yu Sui felt a little relieved and stood up and stretched.

After traveling for several days and being busy for half a day, he was tired.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Everyone is tired, let's take a rest!"

This wooden house is divided into three rooms besides the kitchen. Yu Sui didn't want to fulfill his duties as the patriarch anymore, so he staggered to a warm room and curled up in bed.

Anyway, they are all males, so it doesn't matter where they sleep. Uncle Bombur is lying on the bed and snoring loudly in the room where they had the meeting just now. The rest of you can choose your own room.

Yu Sui sank into the soft cotton cloth and thought vaguely.

The room and bed prepared by the Minotaur were very spacious. The others were divided into two rooms, and they tacitly left Yu Sui's room for Qi.

The exhausted group finally rested for a whole night in a comfortable space and woke up the next day refreshed.

After Yu Sui washed up with sleepy eyes, he found that the Minotaur had been waiting at the door for a while and Uncle Heiyan was chatting with him.

It seems that I really made him curious yesterday, so he came so early today.

The sinister Yu Sui succeeded in his evil deeds and wiped his face with cotton cloth while laughing secretly.

For fear that the soybeans would freeze, Yu Sui put the soybeans soaked last night in the kitchen.

After a whole night, the soybeans had become plump and golden in color and piled up in the basin, and their volume had almost doubled.

Everyone in the Heitu tribe was familiar with the work of grinding beans. After Yu Sui had finished cleaning up, a snow werewolf actively took the basin out.

As he put the beans into the stone mill, he poured clean water on it. Soon, the thick white bean juice flowed along the stone mill into the pottery jar below.

The weather was extremely cold and everyone was breathing heavily when they talked. Qi had already built a fire nearby, and the blazing flames raised the temperature around them.

Because of the fire, the soy milk on the stone mill was not frozen, but a little thin white ice accumulated at the bottom.

After the soy milk in the ceramic pot is filtered through linen, a soldier pours it into an iron pot and boils it. The soy milk boiled at high temperature begins to emit the aroma of beans.

The several minotaurs who had been watching from the side were intoxicated by the fragrance in the air. The taste of this cooked bean juice was something they had never smelled before. It did not have the grassy smell of raw beans, but was very fragrant instead.

This was obviously more attractive to the vegetarian minotaurs than the meat from last night. They couldn't help but twitch their big noses in surprise, their eyes lingering on the iron pot and the stone mill, not wanting to blink.

The cooked soy milk was bubbling, which was even more eye-catching in the cold winter. Some orcs pretended to pass by and glanced at the iron pot casually.

The orcs had no habit of eating breakfast, but at this moment their stomachs were rumbling at the aroma. They swallowed their saliva and wondered how the snow werewolves, who knew nothing about cooking, could suddenly become so good at cooking.

Yu Sui found a spoon and a bowl, and served everyone a bowl of soy milk to warm them up, and put some sugar at the bottom of the bowl.

The minotaurs couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and took a sip along the edge of the bowl, but because their mouths were really big, they could only finish half of the bowl in one gulp.

"How did you, little cub, think of eating beans like this? This bean juice tastes much better than raw beans."

The reddish-brown minotaur smacked his lips, savoring the rich yet not astringent taste of the soy milk, and sighed.

Douzhi? Yu Sui recalled the sip of authentic douzhi he had in his previous life. He had a particularly vivid memory of the smell, which was even stinkier than socks marinated in stinky tofu.

He shook his head hurriedly. "This is soy milk. It's made by soaking the beans and grinding them with water. It tastes better when boiled."

It doesn’t matter whether it is soy juice or soy milk, as long as it tastes good, the Minotaur didn’t care. He took another sip and sighed with satisfaction.

Thinking that this was the final product, Bi Qi held the bowl and saw the cub take out a bamboo tube and pour the liquid in the tube into the pot in a circle.

A magical scene happened. The soy milk in the pot slowly turned into flocs and then slowly solidified into soft white lumps.

When Yu Sui scooped tofu pudding into the empty bowls for them, the minotaurs didn't react. They stared at the tofu pudding in surprise, looking incredible.

Yu Sui couldn't quite understand the minotaurs' expressions. After all, they had big bull heads, so he could only see shock in their wide-open eyes.

However, Yu Sui had seen this kind of expression so many times that he was immune to it, so he calmly sprinkled sugar on their tofu pudding.

Early in the morning, he was too lazy to fry the salty meat stew, so he just kept it simple with the sweet ones. Anyway, there was no dispute between the north and the south here.

As for him, he is a rare neutral person who is not picky about sweet or salty food, so he cooks it casually.

The soft and smooth tofu pudding amazed them even more than soy milk. The Minotaur ate it all in a few slurps. He didn't know what to say anymore and looked at Yu Sui as if he was looking at a magical creature.

Yu Sui is only responsible for preparing the brine. No one else knows how to do it. Some people privately call the brine a magic potion. In their opinion, the process of making tofu is like a magic trick.